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Published : 15 Deceber 2020

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The Thawing of Frosty the Snow Cow
by Isabella

Story Code: M/F, M+/F, M/f, M/m, Anal, Incest, Father/Daughter, Bestiality, Public Sex, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Light Bondage

I was coming to the conclusion that I needed to radically adjust my life, Sarah was about to leave home for University so I'd be left at home with John and we didn't really have anything in common apart from Sarah! I knew that in our area I was known as the miserable old cow that was always looking for ways to stop people having fun...I didn't like that reputation but I was a woman with little in life to make me happy and so I seemed to like spreading that misery around!

When Sarah was thirteen years old, she asked me if I loved her father, I had said. "Of course I do...why do you ask?"

Sarah looked thoughtful for a moment before saying, "Because you and dad sleep in separate bedrooms and I've never seen you kiss him...not once!"

I shrugged that question off back then and the question was never asked again...Sarah had been my whole life for the past eighteen years, my world centred on her and there wasn't anything left for John, my husband.

I knew at least ten couples who, after their last child left home for university, had split up and divorced and I could see my marriage to John going the same way.

I wanted to take Sarah and all of her belongings to Newcastle, even though it was a four hundred and forty mile round trip, I hired a panel van from a national rental company, they offered me a Ford Transit van with three seats in the front or a Mercedes Sprinter van that only had two front seats...I knew that John would have his nose put out of joint, he would have loved to come with Sarah and me up to Newcastle, if only to see where she was going to live for her first year in University but I knew that he would have wanted to take over the driving and in all honesty...this was my last duty to Sarah, my last loving act...it would be three months before I saw her next and she would just be a visitor then. I wanted to be alone with Sarah for the last time in several months so I hired the Sprinter van and lied to John, telling him that it was all I could get.

We left early on Saturday morning, just me and Sarah...just the way I wanted it. We chatted all the way, four hours of girl time. It took us an hour to unload the van, we had a quick lunch together and then I drove back home. I had four hours to think about the past, as soon as I got onto the 'A-one' heading south, I zoned out and remembered when I first found out that I was pregnant.

My mum was worried that I was putting weight on, even though I was on a strict diet and was taking a lot of exercise, I was bigger than any of the other fifteen year old girls in my class. The doctor did tests and a week later he dropped the news on us that I wasn't obese, I was just pregnant by around four months. I had no recollection of ever having sex but...I'd been to a party four months earlier at my friend April Walsh's house. Mum dragged me to April's house, April said that I'd spent all evening dancing with John Clarke, I'd become drunk and John had taken me up to one of the bedrooms, April hadn't mentioned anything about the evening because she thought that I'd been lucky, a fifteen year old girl copping off with a twenty year old hunk like John.

Most mothers would have had to demand to know who this boy 'John Clarke' was but my mum didn't need to ask, she knew all about John, he was one of my cousins, so the next step had been a family trip to John's family. I maintained that I was drinking nothing but diet cola all evening at the party and John admitted that he had been slipping vodka into my glass when I wasn't looking...under severe cross examination from his own father as well as mine, he admitted getting impatient because I wasn't getting drunk fast enough and he had sped things along a little by slipping me an ecstasy tablet on top of my spiked drink before taking me up to April's parent's bedroom and had sex with me while I was drunk and high on MDMA.

John's father pointed out that he could be prosecuted for administering a noxious substance, committing actual bodily harm and aggravated rape of an underage girl, John's father finished by saying, "You'll be lucky if you get out of prison before your fortieth birthday young man!".

John claimed to think that I was sixteen when he'd screwed me because it was April's sixteenth birthday party and he had assumed that all the girls there were sixteen.

Well, very long story short, John agreed to marry me, the bands were read in our local church six weeks before my sixteenth birthday, I married John the day after my sixteenth birthday and I had Sarah a month later. John was too drunk to consummate our wedding...not that I actually wanted him to, I was a very shy and reserved girl and the house that John rented for us to live in had three bedrooms so I had one of the bedrooms for myself, one for Sarah and the third was for John. We'd been married for six months before John was so frustrated that he virtually attacked me, I let him fuck me in the end but I didn't like it, I found it painful and uncomfortable and once John got me in bed, he wasn't interested in simple sex, he wanted me to suck his cock and he also wanted to sodomise me.

The next day, I had my father fit a lock to my bedroom door and that was the end of my sex life with my husband, I kept him locked out of my bedroom from that day onwards.

I'd been stupid really and I realised that John Clarke had been in the wrong when he drugged me to have sex with me when I was only fifteen years old but from then on, it was all my own fault because I'd over reacted to the situation. Some girls are mature enough to deal with sex when in their early teens...me, I was thirty four years old now and I still wasn't sure that I was ready for sex yet, not truly ready!

Going over my past and mulling over my possible future...or futures, certainly ate into my journey time, making the four hour drive home seem like less than an hour.

I dropped the van off at the hire company's garage, put the key in the collection box set in the wall and picked up my own car. I'd hired the van on a twenty-four hour...unlimited mileage basis...with an empty fuel tank, I'd collected the van at six o'clock in the morning, filled the fuel tank at their partner petrol station...so, so long as the van was in their garage car park and the keys in their collection box when they opened up in the morning, I'd just be charged the flat fee for one day.

I drove home and stopped short of the drive, our driveway was just big enough to get the two cars we owned on, but only if the cars were both parked perfectly, one car parked facing the house and the other reversed in, the passenger sides of the cars had to be so close together that their wing mirrors almost kissed in passing.

John wasn't expecting me home so early, so he had parked a little skew-whiff on the drive...he would be driving to the pub for an hour later in the evening to play darts in the local league and when he returned from the pub, he would park the car more carefully so that I could park at the side of his car.

I drove on and turned the corner into the side street and parked in front of Ben Cooper's house, I stepped over our front garden wall, it was only two feet high and I walked past the living room window. Now, our living room window wasn't visible from the road so we didn't bother with net curtains and we never closed the main curtains because a rather large bush in the front garden blocked our window off from the road.

As I passed the living room window, I stopped dead in my tracks, it was just turning to twilight so John wouldn't be able to see me in the front garden but I could see him, he was watching the TV...not a TV channel, I could see the lights on the front of the DVD player were forming a circular motion, showing that a DVD was playing, I saw an actress walk onto the screen and strip off totally before making several obscene poses, John opened his trousers and started rubbing his cock in his right fist while he watched the film, he kept fast forwarding over the 'Filler' scenes and only stopping when another girl or woman came onto the screen and started taking her clothes off. I'd never seen anything like it and I couldn't believe that a forty year old man would need to do something that that.

I changed my mind about going in home and went for a walk down by the river. I spotted John driving over the bridge on his way to the pub...well, I assumed that he was driving to the pub, all I actually knew was that he was driving out of the village and heading towards Kettering... I could have turned around and headed back for home but I was about half way around the footpath loop...I realised that it had been almost five hours since I'd last used the toilet and I was in need of a pee...the toilet on the park was a ten minute walk away, home would take me forty minutes, whichever way I went. Sarah wouldn't have bothered with the toilet, she was happy to squat in a bush if she needed to pee...perhaps I should be more Sarah-like from now on. A shiver ran through my body, I thought, 'One step at a time Vicky girl, first step...use the public toilet on the park...that would be a major first for me.

I walked to the gate into the park, there was a footpath that ran up the centre of the park from the river gate to the exit out onto the main road. I could see a group of local boys having a kick-about on the football pitch closest to the road. I had two choices, I could walk along the path in the middle of the park and just before the last football pitch, there was a path to the left that ran to a public toilet set against the hedgerow on the left hand side of the park...I discounted that option, I walked diagonally across the two football pitches.

I spotted a man walking past the boys playing football, I saw him speak to one of the boys and I realised that he was my next door neighbour, Ben Cooper. Ben had lived with his mother in the house that almost backed on to my house, the only thing separating our back gardens was two strands of galvanised steel wire stapled to two foot high wooden posts...less of a fence, more of a boundary marker to show where one property line ended and the other began.

In the half light of the full moon and a cloudless sky, I realised that the boy that Ben had spoken to was Peter, a twelve year old boy who lived across the road from the park with his mother, father and a younger brother, Harry...I didn't know the families last name but I'd seen them around a lot over the years.

Ben walked slowly in my direction...no, not my direction, he was heading to the gent's toilet. I was now almost at the door of the ladies toilet, there was no light on in the ladies toilet so I wasn't sure if it was even open. Then I noticed that there was a faint light coming through the window close to the roof of the men's toilet.

The doors into the toilets were on opposite sides of the building, the ladies door was on the river side of the building and the men's door was on the road side of the building. I was just about to step into the ladies toilet, even though it was totally dark in there but then I spotted Peter running across the park towards the toilet.

When I got into the ladies toilet I realised that I could see one shaft of light, it was in the last stall and seemed to be emanating through the wall from the men's toilet. I needed some little light to do my business so I used the cubicle with the shaft of light. I used a tissue from my shoulder bag to wipe the seat and pulled my knickers down and backed onto the seat. I got a bit of a shock as I sat down, there was a whole brick missing from the wall between the ladies toilet and the men's.

I didn't want to look but I couldn't help myself, as I sat there, the hole was level with my knees and at eye level. I looked into the stall in the men's toilet, the stall door was wide open and I realised that I could see into the main toilet beyond, Ben was standing mid way between the stall and the urinals against the back wall. Peter suddenly appeared in my view, he was wearing a dark blue t-shirt and black shorts, calf length socks and black trainers.

Ben had his trousers open and he was rubbing his cock...just like I'd seen John doing, less than an hour earlier and Peter just stood there watching as Ben wanked himself off.

A little voice in my head asked, 'Don't you find this disgusting?'

I shook my head.

'Well, when you saw John doing it earlier as he watched the women and girls stripping on the DVD...you thought that was disgusting!'

I used telepathy to tell my inner voice that this was totally different, 'Ben wasn't my husband...Ben wasn't anyone's husband, he was over sixty years old and as far as I knew, he had never had a girlfriend, he had looked after his sick mother all of his life until she passed away last year!' And I hoped that explanation would shut my inner voice up.

Ben said, "Have you thought about my proposal?"

I saw Peter nodding his head, Ben said, "What's the answer then Peter?"

Peter was looking at Ben's cock as Ben rubbed it slowly, "I'll give you a wank for two cigarettes, I'll suck you off for five and I'll let you bum me for a full pack of twenty cigarettes!"

Ben put his hand in his jacket pocket, "I was thinking of ten cigarettes if you let me bum you!"

Peter jutted his lower jaw out, "Okay then, a wank for two or a blow-job for five...that's the offer!"

Ben chuckled and took a pack of twenty cigarettes out of that pocket, "Okay then, twenty cigarettes for me to bum you...it's a deal!"

Peter took the pack and shook it, then he looked at the cellophane to satisfy himself that it hadn't been tampered with before stuffing it into the pocket of his shorts. Peter pulled his shirt off and threw it over the water tank of the toilet in the stall right next to the one I was sitting in, then he pulled his shorts down, stepped out of them and threw those on top of his t-shirt. Peter was now totally naked, Ben hadn't told him what to do...this was all down to Peter. He stepped into the stall and bent forwards, his back to Ben and Peter's hands were pressing down on the toilet seat.

If Peter had looked to his right, he would have seen me looking through the hole but Peter was looking straight down at the water.

Ben didn't take his trousers down, he had the button open now but the tightness of his trousers held them in place even though they were now wide open. I'd only ever seen John's cock once in my life before today and now, I'd seen John's cock for the second time and two other men's cocks...well, one other man's cock and one twelve year old boy's cock.

Ben crouched down behind Peter, he put both hands on Peter's buttocks, prised his cheeks open and looked at his anal muscle, "Who opened your back door Peter?"

Peter looked over his shoulder and I leaned back on the toilet, I was actually dribbling my pee into the toilet bowl trying to do it as quietly as possible, Peter said, "Just a couple of boys at school!" Peter looked back at the water again so I sat forward again.

I saw Ben lean in and he licked over Peter's anal muscle, depositing a little saliva over the muscle. Ben stepped back and listened before saying, "It's okay, they've gone past...I think that was Ken out walking his dog! If anyone comes, I'll move to the urinal and you close and lock the door...wait until I knock on the door and tell you that it's safe to open!"

Peter nodded his head.

I heard a voice to my left, it was right outside the ladies toilet door, "Come back Satan...there's no one in there for you boy...you've got a one track mind...now come along, heel boy!"

That distracted me, especially when I heard the dog's claws scratching on the concrete step into the toilet. I looked back at Ben and Peter, Ben was lining his cock up, he pushed forward gently, Peter groaned in pain, Ben said, "Not much further Peter, I'm half way in already!"

I was shocked, Ben's cock was much bigger than Johns, longer and fatter as well...when John had tried that with me, it had felt so painful that I'd forced him to stop and I'd never allowed him to visit me in my bedroom ever again.

Ben gave a hard thrust and Peter winced in pain again. Ben stopped moving so that Peter could get used to having Ben's huge cock up his bum.

That little voice in my head said, 'you know that you've finished your pee...now what are you going to use as your excuse for watching Ben fucking Peter!'

I really couldn't believe that I'd be watching two people fucking...even if one of them was a boy who was far too young to even know about sex and then it dawned on me, I'd thought that John was too old to need to masturbate at forty years old and here was Ben...seemingly desperate for sex at well over sixty years old...so perhaps I was wrong in thinking that John shouldn't be masturbating at his age.

I took another tissue from my shoulder bag and wiped between my legs...I gasped at the feeling of the course paper rubbing over my button. I'd never masturbated in my life, I'd avoided any contact with that spot on my body, even when washing it I did it as quickly as possible with the least contact necessary to get myself clean. That careless brush with the tissue had started a buzzing between my legs that I'd never felt before. I fought to stifle the gasp that the buzzing had caused so that I didn't alert Ben or Peter to my presence. I opened my eyes and looked back through the hole in the wall, Ben was now rocking back and forth, "Is that okay now Peter?"

Peter nodded his head, "Yes, you can go for it now...I need to get back to the game before my mum comes looking for me!"

I expected Ben to speed up and go for his climax but he didn't, he suddenly jumped away from Peter and ran across the toilet to the urinals.

Peter closed the door and sat on the toilet seat, looking at the stories that had been written on the back of the door. I couldn't actually read the writing but I could see it was totally covering the whole door. I looked at the bottom of the door, because of the position of the only working light in the men's toilet, I could see the shadows of Ben's legs under the door, a few seconds later, a second pair of leg shadows walked in and joined Ben at the urinals.

Ben said, "Hi, I've never seen you here before!"

"No, I was just passing through, I saw the boys playing football out on the park, I watched them for a few minutes and then found that I needed to visit the toilet!"

I saw the new shadows move a little closer to Ben's shadows.

Ben said, "You like young boys?"

There was no answer but the man must have nodded his head.

"If you'd like a twelve year old boy to suck you off, it'll cost you five cigarettes!"

Ben knocked on the toilet door and Peter opened it for him, Ben pulled Peter out of the toilet and the man handed Peter five cigarettes and then the stranger took his trousers and underpants down before sitting on the toilet seat that Peter had been sitting on moments before. Peter reached past the man to put his five cigarettes into the pocket of his shorts and as he did, the man sitting on the toilet seat pulled Peter in and sucked Peter's little cock into his mouth, just a few seconds, and then Peter pulled away and bent over again, he placed his hands on the man's lap and lowered his mouth down to the man's cock.

I didn't know exactly what I'd expected a blow-job would entail, John had tried to force his cock into my mouth and I'd fought him off, that was when he flipped me onto my face to stop me being able to push him away and he tried to sodomise me...he managed to get an inch of his cock up my bum before I managed to summon up superhuman strength and push him off of my back.

I managed to push him out of my bedroom and prop the back of a chair under the door handle to stop him getting back in.

I looked back into the men's toilet, that buzzing between my legs was so strong now that I was worried that the men on the other side of the wall would hear such a loud buzzing so I pressed my finger against my clitoris to stop it buzzing. I pressed my finger against it hard and the little sensitive nub moved to the left, slipping out from under my fingertip, I eased up on the pressure and it popped back into place, I caught it again and this time it shot over to the right...I was breathing heavily...I couldn't believe it, I was going through the motions that my women's magazines always described as 'The female orgasm!' for the first time in my life.

I watched Peter as his head bobbed up and down on the man's cock in his mouth, I thought that the boy might have been using one hand to guide or control the stranger's cock as his lips neared the root of the cock, I heard Peter gagging and thought he might back off but he didn't, he shook his head from side to side and his lips sank the last inch down the cock and once his bottom lip was pressed against the stranger's balls, he stopped moving his head and just stood there swallowing...the only movement now was Ben, fucking Peter up his bum quite hard.

It felt like I'd done a little more wee, my fingers were soaking wet but it wasn't pee, my body seemed to be secreting some kind of fluid that was very slippery on my fingers against my little nub, the slipperiness easing the power of the pleasure that my finger was delivering against my clitoris.

I heard the stranger gasping, his body was bucking up and down and he was trying to push Peter's head up to get his cock out of Peter's mouth but Peter was hanging on like a limpet. Ben started to gasp, he was reaching his own climax. Even though I didn't want to drag myself away, I knew that I had to get out of there before Ben, Peter and the stranger left the men's toilet, they could end up hanging around outside the toilet for ages...trapping me in the ladies toilet longer than I wanted to be.

I stood up quickly and pulled my knickers up, that caused an involuntary gasp from me, the double cotton gusset put too much pressure on my very sensitive pussy. I'd never felt the need to take my knickers off in public before but today, I needed to take them off or I wouldn’t get ten yards before I soaked the gusset through and gave myself another orgasm. I had to take my knickers off before I left the toilet and put them in my shoulder bag, the first time that I'd gone out in public without knickers on in my life.

I left the toilet and looked towards the road, there were ten boys playing football and two men watching them, it was the shortest route home but it would mean passing too many people, so I ran down the side of the bushes towards the river so that no one close to the road would see me. I realised too late that running was a mistake, I had another small orgasm, just from the friction at the tops of my thighs from running. I had to stop by a tree to support me as my knees were going weak, it was just short of the river gate, my back against a large tree gasping for breath and trying to steady myself. There was a growl in the darkness, a dog was standing right in front of me...I could feel the dog's breathe against my legs.

There was a voice from behind me, "Satan, where are you boy...oh, I see, what have you found here boy?" It had to be Ken...if the dog was called Satan,

I felt Ken's hand on my cheek, "Don't worry, he won't hurt you...well, not while you're standing up at least, if you get on your hands and knees, he might hurt you because he's quite a big boy...he's a specially trained sniffer dog, trained to sniff out women on heat!"

He stopped talking and leaned in, he kissed me without asking and as he kissed me, I felt the front of my dress moving, lifting slightly and then a hand, cupping my fanny, a finger rubbing my pussy and driving me to another orgasm, much stronger this time though!

"Good boy Satan, you really did track down a bitch on heat didn't you and no knickers on either...she's gagging for it boy?"

He pulled me away from the tree, turned me to face the tree, placed his right hand on my stomach and pulled me backwards, then his left hand was between my shoulders, pushing my upper body over towards the tree, I had to reach out to stop myself being pushed over, I was holding the tree with my hands now, the front of my dress falling way away from my legs, I felt Satan move, his fur brushing against the side of my leg and suddenly a wet, very rough tongue lapping over my belly before repositioning and now it was licking over my pussy.

Ken used his right foot to push my feet apart and then I felt something warm and wet touching my left buttock, "What does she taste like boy?"

I realised that it was his cock pressing against my buttock and he painted a line across my buttock, in slime, to the crack between them, he bent his knees, now he was painting that line of slime down my crack, he paused when the head of his cock pressed against my anal muscle and he pressed in harder, "Have you ever taken a cock up here yet baby?"

I looked up the park towards the road, fortunately where I was close to the trees, I couldn't be seen by anyone up by that end of the park.

The man behind me had just pressed that magic button, the one that John had pressed when I was face down on my bed and he was pinning me down, I remembered the pain that John's cock had caused as his cockhead entered my anus and the burst of super human power I'd gained from that pain, this time the cock entered me by the same amount as John's had but because my own inner lubricant as well as his slime was coating my body down there, he had slipped in that inch without causing me any pain at all.

I pushed back to push him away but I pushed his cock in deeper up my bum, at least two inches inside before I felt the pain through the pleasure that Satan was delivering with his tongue. I twisted and turned and ran again, this time I ran through the gate and slammed it closed behind me just as Satan was snapping at my heels.

I had to slow to a walk again because the pleasure of running was too much. Pleasure...my first ever experience of sexual pleasure. Ken was right, I was turned on, I was gagging for it and no matter how stupid it would have been, if he had gone straight for my vagina, I would have let him!

If I'd been willing to let a total stranger fuck me...then why not John. As that thought crossed my mind, I spotted the petrol station on the town side of the bridge over the river. It wasn't just a petrol station, they sold coal, logs, newspapers and magazines as well as a selection of essentials like milk and bread. I told myself that I probably needed a pint of milk, even though it had been fifteen hours since I'd last been in the house so I had no idea if I needed milk or not.

As I started to climb the steps up to the road deck of the bridge, that niggling little voice at the back of my head said, 'And of course, they sell condoms there as well!'

I walked in the shop and made a bee-line for the counter where they kept the condoms, a young man stepped out of the rear store room, he looked about the same age as my daughter, Sarah, and was a dark shade of chestnut brown...I veered off but I did scan all of the condoms on offer as I skimmed past.

The cheapest box of three condoms was four pounds and twenty pence, that made them one pound forty each, the six pack was six pounds and eighteen pence, so they were one pound three pence each, the cheapest box of ten was just seven pounds, so seventy pence per condom...the accountant in me decided on that box but first, I picked up the pint of milk that I probably didn't need. I stood at the cash desk, handed over the pint of milk. His ID badge proclaimed that his name was Hamid, he looked at me and said, "That will be eighty pence please Mrs Clarke!"

I was taken aback, "You know me?"

"I saw you at school, picking your Sarah up with all of her stuff at the end of her last term."

I was suddenly unsure, I was about to buy condoms from a school friend of my daughter's. I was in a quandary, condoms or not...this was the only outlet selling condoms at this time of the night in this area, if I didn't buy them now and let John have sex with me...I might never let him..."Erm, I need a box of these as well!"

I passed over the box of ten condoms that cost seven pounds.

I felt my face heating up as the blood rushed to the capillaries under my eyes, the blush was starting to turn my face red.

Hamed picked the box of condoms up and turned the box in his hands, "Is this your usual brand of condoms Mrs Clarke?"

I shook my head, "I've never...I mean, no, I've never bought this kind of...erm...thing before, why?"

He gave me a sweet smile, "The thing is Mrs Clarke, these are the cheapest condoms on the market and...well...I've tried them before...I've tried all the condoms that we sell here, this brand is made out of a rubber compound that's just short of Russian tractor inner tube quality, they are only really good for men who suffer with premature ejaculation because the thickness of the rubber wall takes away all feeling from the man's cock. Please take my word for it..." he picked up a box that were twenty pence more for ten, "...these are made from 'Gossamer' latex, the man feels everything through them, it's the closest thing to riding bare back. But if you're not used to using condoms, you have to make sure that you roll it on for the man and be careful that your nails don't scratch or stress the latex, if he fucks you for more than thirty minutes...make him stop and replace the condom with a fresh one and once he climaxes, make sure he pulls out straight away, don't let him get his breath back with his cock still in your pussy! Condoms are over ninety five percent safe...but only if you follow all of the rules."

I paid eight pounds and took the better quality condoms and the pint of milk.

There was a spring in my step as I walked back towards the village along the road, every car headlight that shone on me made me wonder if the driver could tell that I wasn't wearing any knickers. A dog barked a long way in the distance, it could have been Satan...it could have been any one of a hundred dogs. I suddenly stopped in my tracks and I heard Ken say, 'Don't worry, he won't hurt you...well, not while you're standing up at least, if you get on your hands and knees, he might hurt you because he's quite a big boy' in my head and it suddenly dawned on me...I'd assumed that Ken was telling me that Satan wouldn't bite me but I suddenly realised that Ken was hinting that if I got on my hands and knees in front of his dog it would try to fuck me and that would hurt because his dog had a big cock.

I'd never really walked around the village at this time of the night before, I had no idea that it was such a hot bed of sexual activity and variety...even buying condoms was a sexual experience, the young Asian man telling me about his sexual experiences and his own personal use of condoms as well as the abridged version of sex education as it related to the use of condoms.

I got home first, Ben Cooper wasn't home yet, there were no lights on in his house, John wasn't home either, his space on the driveway was empty.

I drove onto the drive and parked as far to the left as I could, reversing onto the drive as I usually did. I went around to the back door, unlocked and went into the kitchen. I opened the fridge and popped the pint of milk next to a full pint that was already sitting there in the door.

I spotted a light in the living room, John was lighting the back of the bush up as he swung onto the drive, that reflected off the back of the bush and lit the living room. I turned the light on and the TV and by the time the TV warmed up, John was in the kitchen doorway. "Hi, how was Sarah?"

"Very tearful...she wanted you to be there...I told her that we might drive up there next Sunday to take her out for Sunday lunch."

John looked suspiciously at the plastic carrier bag on the kitchen table, "Oh, I bought a bottle of milk...I had Sarah's bedtime snack on my mind...hot chocolate, made with full-fat milk and chocolate chip cookies."

John gave me a shocked look, "I didn't realise that we already had a pint in the fridge...I'll have to make a rice pudding tomorrow...unless you'd like a milky hot chocolate drink before bed. John looked at the bag on the table again, "Oh...and I thought...well, I bought some...erm...just in case, now that Sarah is, you know...I just thought that we could..."

I was going around in circles, John lifted the open end of the bag and looked inside it, he saw the box of ten high quality condoms in the bag and he gave me an uncertain smile.

"I could make you a hot chocolate if you like or...we could just have an early night!"

John's smile turned into a grin, he nodded his head and he picked up the box of condoms, as soon as the bag was emptied, I pounced, flattened it and folded it before I placed it neatly in the storage bag of bags...John's strange reaction to seeing the bag lying on the table was because it was totally out of place...because he knew that I was a little...lot...OCD about things like that and never left an empty bag out of place.

John gestured with his head towards the stairs, "Shall we go up then?"

I turned the TV off and followed John through the doorway to the stairs.

"I just need to use the toilet before bed!"

John looked over his shoulder at me, I could see a mixture of uncertainty on his face as well as disappointment, he just nodded his head and walked on ahead of me.

I didn't have a nighty in the bathroom, all of my clean clothes were in my bedroom, I stripped off totally, dried between my legs carefully so as not to give myself another orgasm and left the bathroom totally naked for the first time in my life. I looked at my bedroom door, I worried that if I went in my bedroom to get a nighty, I might just chicken out and lock the door behind me and not come out again.

I took a deep breath and pushed John's bedroom door open. He was standing at the side of his bed, he had changed into his pyjamas while I was in the bathroom but he hadn't actually got into bed. He looked a little shocked when I walked in his room totally naked. It looked like he had to kick start his heart and his breathing, he quickly stripped out of his pyjamas and walked towards the light switch by the bedroom door, "Erm John, is it okay if we leave the light on please?"

John looked even more shocked than he did when he realised that I was totally naked but he happily walked over to the bed. John had been standing on the right hand side of the bed and the box of condoms were on that side too, I guessed that he wanted to sleep on that side of the bed but I wanted control of the condoms.

I got into the left hand side of the bed and John climbed in on the right hand side, I opened the box of condoms and took one foil-wrapped sheath out and waved it in front of John, "Do I put this on now or do you want to cuddle for a while first?"

"Cuddle if that's okay!"

I didn't believe that he was serious, from the little I knew of John's sexual frustration, he didn't go in for kissing and cuddling...all he was interested in the last time we did it was to get his cock in me as quickly as possible and empty his balls as quickly as he could, he wasn't into any kind of foreplay or loving relationship. I think deep down inside, he resented our fathers forcing him to marry me when all he wanted to do was play the field...after all he'd only just found how much a little MDMA pill helped him to get his cock into any women or girl that he wanted to and that was all snatched away from him.

We started out just kissing, me on my right side and he on his left and we just kissed for a few minutes, the only contact between our bodies was our lips...as we kissed, I remembered back to our wedding day, we kissed when the vicar said, "You may now kiss your bride!" I know we'd kissed at April Walsh's sixteenth birthday party but by the time John had given me my first kiss at that party, I was already half way to unconsciousness and so had no memory of it, I was only sure that we had kissed because April told me that I was giving as much lip action as he was and that she was sure that I was well up for it with John. Since our wedding, there was more resentment from John than love. John was too drunk to take me to bed on our wedding night and the fact that he had gotten drunk he had blamed on me so we never really started our married life properly.

After five minutes of simple kissing, John introduced his tongue into my mouth and I went with him, I felt his lips turn into a smile when I sucked his tongue into my mouth and that act on my part encouraged John, he started rubbing his left hand over my right breast, he started off touching me gently and got rougher and rougher, I winced when he pinched my nipple and he quickly apologised for hurting me. He moved his hand from my breast and he pressed it against my right shoulder, pushing me flat on my back and now he stopped kissing my mouth and he kissed down over my chest to my breasts, kissing, sucking and gently nipping at my nipple as his left hand stroked down over my ribs, stomach and on to my pussy, stroking his fingertips through my pussy hair but he didn't go down that last inch.

John kissed under my breast and onto my rib cage and then he stopped, he lifted his head, looked into my eyes and said, "Can I go down?"

I nodded my head.

John then kissed his way down to my pussy, he twisted his body and now I was looking at his fully erect cock, just inches away from my face. He used both hands to pull my legs wide apart and he lifted my knees slightly before dipping his head between my thighs. He licked over my clitoris three times, it felt wonderful and had me gasping for breath in a flash but it wasn't as nice as the feeling that Satan had delivered with his long rough tongue earlier. John then moved down, pushing his tongue into my vagina and licking as deep as he could into my body, he eased a finger between his chest and my abdomen and he started to rub my clitoris with his fingertip and that caused me a million volt shock of pleasure...more pleasure than I could have believed possible.

I looked at his cock again, he was so excited that he was leaking pre-cum and, remembering seeing the cock sucking from Peter and the stranger, I just moved my head, and without touching his cock with my hand, I sucked the head of his cock into my mouth. I'd taken John by surprise...totally...he bucked his hips forward and drove four inched of his cock into my mouth, causing me to gag and as I gagged, he froze, both at the cock end of his body and at the mouth end too, I felt his head sink into his shoulders slightly, he knew that he'd pushed too far...too quickly. I thought back to Peter and when he gagged, he didn't stop, he didn't pull back, he just shook his head a little to alter the angle of his throat and the stranger's cock. I reached for John's hip and held him in place as I moved my head from side to side as I applied forward pressure this time, I managed to get another half an inch of his cock into my mouth and I swallowed, John pulled his hips away rapidly, "God that was close...I nearly climaxed then!"

I smiled and looked at the tide mark down his cock, there was just a half an inch of dry cock left, "I'm sorry darling, I couldn't get that last bit in, I probably need a little more practice."

I went to take him in my mouth again to try for that last half inch but he stopped me, "Can I use that condom now please?"

I rolled away from him and picked up the foil rapped condom, the little voice in the back of my head was telling me that I needed a bin to put the foil wrapper in, then another voice screamed out, 'Drop the fucking foil on the floor, tidy up after you've finished fucking!'

I tore the foil open and turned back to face John, he was now kneeling at my side and he was rubbing his fist up and down his cock the way I'd seen him doing earlier but this time I wasn't disgusted with him for doing it. I rolled the condom down his cock and shuffled myself into position at his side on my back with my legs open.

He wriggled between my legs and lifted my knees slightly, splaying my legs further apart, he placed the teat of the condom against my vagina, "Are you sure that this is okay...I'd be happy to stop now, we've made a massive start for our first real time together!"

"I'm sure...I've put this off for far too long!"

He slipped his cock into me, one slow, solid push until his balls slapped against my bum, I was close to an orgasm almost just from his gentle entry. Suddenly things changed, he bounced up and down like a demented rabbit, just the way that he had fucked me seventeen and a half years ago when I was dry inside and unrepaired for his entry.

I wanted him to stop going at me so fast but I didn't want to say "Stop!" so I lifted my knees up so that they were higher than his hips, I lifted my heels across his buttocks and pulled down, stopping him bouncing up and down like a demented rabbit, holding his cock fully inside my cunt. He stopped kissing me and had a worried expression on his face, I eased up on the pressure and he pulled out, he was about to leave my body totally but I dug in again with my heels, pulling him back into me...he got the message, his smile returned and he kissed me again as he slowly pushed back into me.

So now, I'd instigated sex for the first time ever and I'd sucked his cock without being asked first and now I was dictating the pace. That thought alone gave me a little orgasm and John delivered another little orgasm on top of that first one. John did speed up a little to build my climax to a higher point and then slowed down again so that I could get my breath back. I checked the time and I pulled my heels back into play, holding him deep in my pussy again and stopping him fucking.

"We've been using the condom for over twenty minutes, it's time to put a fresh one on...what time are you due into work tomorrow?"

John thought for a moment, "I've got to be in work by seven o'clock in the morning!"

"We'd better not play for too much longer then or you'll be dangerous at work tomorrow if you don't get enough sleep!"

I released the pressure of my heels against John's buttocks and he backed out of me. I took over his cock, pulling the condom off and I rolled off of the bed, I ran across John's bedroom, dumped the used, but dry, condom in the bin, then I picked the bin up and carried it back to the left hand side of his bed and scooped the torn foil wrapper into the bin as well.

John's cock had flagged a little while I was doing a little housekeeping so I took him in my hand and rubbed him back to life, then I bent down and took him in my mouth again and sucked the life back into his cock before I rolled a fresh condom down to his balls.

I moved back into position on my back, smiled at him and said, "Remind me not to suck you after you've worn a condom, the taste of latex and spermicide are really disgusting!"

John climbed on top of me and started fucking me slowly, "You don't have to be slow and gentle any more, you need to go to sleep soon so just go for it darling!"

John turned into the rampant rabbit again and I managed to reach splashdown at the same time as he did and then, remembering Hamed's wise words from one so young, I bucked my hips and threw John off of my body, "You can't rest in me with a condom full of spunk around your cock!"

I pulled his condom off and dropped it into the bin.

John said, "That was nice...no...lovely actually, it would really have been better if I could have cuddled you for a while after sex."

I pulled him back on top of me, "I know that it isn't the same as cuddling with your cock still in me growing soft as we kissed but I'm too old to risk another pregnancy!"

We kissed and cuddled for another ten minutes and then I said, "Shall I go to my own room so you can get some sleep?"

He shook his head, "No, stop here with me, I want to wake up and see you there next to me still naked...you have a wonderful body...really sexy!"

So, for the first time in my life, I slept the whole night with another human being, I slept the whole night in the nude and I had the warm glow of a freshly fucked woman!

I know that John woke up several times in the night, I was disturbed the first time at about two o'clock in the morning, I think that John may have disturbed me by rolling me onto my back and uncovering me so that he could look at my body in the moonlight. And another time when I had my back to him, he rolled in closer to me, he had an erection and he pressed it between my thighs and rocked his hips a few times, sawing his cock between them before he fell asleep again.

I woke at eight o'clock in the morning alone in the bed and still naked.

I dragged myself out of bed, I was happier than I'd been for more years than I could remember...finally having sex had been an awakening for me, even more so when I realised that I actually enjoyed watching others fucking and not just heterosexual sex, even watching men together...even men and boys playing together had been a beautiful thing to watch.

I looked down at John's bed sheet, fucking on it on a warm night had definitely destroyed its freshness, I stripped the sheets and the pillow slips and carried them out of John's bedroom. I was still naked and now I was on the landing with my arms full of dirty bedding. I looked at my bedroom, I asked myself a question, 'As it is so warm...do I really need to wear any clothes?' I shook my head and walked carefully down the stairs with my arms totally full.

I made it to the kitchen, dropped the dirty washing on the tiled floor and opened the door to the washing machine, it was full of John's shirts, vests, pants and my underwear...all the whites together in one load that had been washed overnight, obviously John had set it up to run overnight during the cheap electricity period.

I could have just swapped the load of washed clothes over to the tumble drier but it was a lovely drying day outside, hot sun, cloudless sky but a medium to strong breeze...perfect conditions for drying clothes.

I cursed slightly, I really needed to put the washing out but I'd have to get dressed first. I didn't own a dressing gown or housecoat, I never walked around the house unless I was fully dressed so I didn't need anything to wrap over my body. I spotted John's clean dressing gown and I pulled that on, it was far too big for me but...all I needed was something to cover my body for five minutes while I was hanging the washing on the line.

Before I took the whites out to the washing line, I started the sheets and pillow slips off in the washing machine. I carried the laundry basket out into the garden and put it on the path, I heard a sound from Ben Cooper's kitchen. I looked at his kitchen window and then down at my front, as I'd bent forward, my right breast had popped out into the back garden, Ben was at his kitchen window and he had seen my breast and that had caused him to drop a glass milk bottle on the floor, I heard Ben swear as his kitchen floor flooded with milk and the broken glass scattered all over the kitchen floor.

I hung up two shirts and one pair of my knickers and then heard Ben cry out, "Fuck it!"

Ben was suddenly in his back garden holding his hand, he was in shock and not just a little, his face was ashen and he was unsteady on his feet, he babbled, "I've cut..." he offered his right hand in my direction and suddenly there was a spurt of blood and Ben almost went down, "...I can't deal with blood!"

I rushed over and took his right forearm to steady him, I helped him to step over the, laughingly called, garden fence. I took Ben into my kitchen and held his hand under my cold tap to clean away the blood. I got my 'Sherlock Holmes' spy glass and tweezers and then I placed a hand towel on my work surface and placed his hand on the towel, palm up. I used my body to block Ben's view of his bleeding palm and I actually opened the wound and used the spy glass to look closely, I spotted two slivers of glass still in the wound and I extracted both slivers. I used two simple band-aids to hold the wound closed, they wouldn't keep dirt and germs out of the wound but they would pull the sides of the wound together, stem the blood a little and stop it spurting all over the place.

I wrapped his hand in the towel and told him to hold it in place. I grabbed a summer dress from the laundry room and slipped out of John's dressing gown, I heard movement from the kitchen just at the point that I was totally naked, I turned a little to look at Ben, "Ben...go and sit back down you silly bugger!"

Actually, I could have remained with my back towards Ben but I'd seen his body last night so I felt that it was only right that I let him see all of my body too, I even remained facing him as I pulled my simple summer dress over my head before helping Ben out to my car, because Ben had watched me getting dressed, he knew that all I had on was the light weight summer dress...not a stitch under it.

I helped him into the front passenger seat and drove to our local doctor's surgery. The surgery had been open for thirty minutes and the early doors rush had gone, I helped Ben in and asked to see one of the doctors. Helen the receptionist saw how shocked old Ben looked and she called a doctor out to reception. I asked if I should have taken Ben straight to 'A&E', Doctor Gordon shook his head, I can deal with this in our minor surgery room.

As we helped Ben to the treatment room, I whispered, "I'll need to make an appointment to see you to talk about contraception Doctor."

"Let me just deal with Mr Cooper and I'll see you straight after, while I clean his hand, you go and tell Helen I'll need both Mr Cooper's notes as well as yours!"

I pondered stopping out in reception but Helen gave me two folders full of notes and just went back to her paper work.

I wandered back into the treatment room just as Doctor Gordon was giving Ben an injection in his upper arm, he said, "You won't feel a thing in five minutes, this is an opium based pain killer, once this gets into your system, you won't care about a thing for the next four or five hours."

Doctor Gordon took Ben's folder from me and he made a few notes in it, the injury to his hand and the injection he'd just administered. Then he told Ben to lie on the treatment couch for a moment and he asked me to go with him to his own room.

I told him about the condom incident last night and the fact that John was disappointed that I wouldn't let him stop in me while he climbed down from his climax.

Doctor Gordon smiled at me, I was a little affronted, "What...what are you smirking at?"

"Nothing really, I'm just wondering where the woman that couldn't even talk about her body just six months ago went!"

"Sarah left for University yesterday, I want to 'Normalise' my relationship with my husband and I'll need a better form of birth control to do that!"

"I'm going to need to do an internal examination, would you like me to call Helen in to act as a chaperone?"

I shook my head, "No, Helen's really busy at the moment, I don't need a chaperone!"

I was asked all the usual questions, last period, any unusual pains and that sort of thing.

I told him that I'd finished my last period just three days earlier.

"Can you go and sit on the couch behind the curtain and open your top so I can examin your breasts please?"

"Erm, all I'm wearing is this dress and I'll have to take it off to expose my breasts."

He gave me a strange look, "It was an emergency, Ben cut his hand and he was almost passing out on me, I had to dress in a real hurry!"

The doctor shook his head, "You've really changed Mrs Clarke...well, if you're happy, go behind the curtain, undress and get on the couch for me."

He gave me two minutes to undress and then he joined me behind the curtain. He inserted the metal stirrups in the bottom of the examination couch and he lifted my calves and placed them on the stirrups. I knew the usual procedure in that surgery would be to lower my top for my breast examination, close my top and then put me into the stirrups before lifting the front of my skirt so that my body was the least exposed that it could be for my modesty.

I'd never had such a thorough examination of my breasts before either, it took him at least three times as long as he had ever spent examining my breasts before. After my breasts, he pressed and prodded my belly and lower, he used a speculum to open my pussy, he actually opened me up wider than he'd ever done before and he shone his light into me to have a good deep look inside my body.

Eventually I said, "I'm a little worried about Mr Cooper, we've been in here for quite a while!"

Doctor Gordon laughed, "Old Ben is a patient of Doctor Gupter, he's in there looking after him, we should both be finished at around the same time."

We discussed the contraception options and agreed on the three monthly injections and because I'd just finished my period, I wouldn't need to take the morning after pill to start my period off and even better, after the injection, I wouldn't need to use a condom ever again and as an added bonus, I wouldn't have another period until I stopped taking the quarterly injections.

"I have just one warning though, some women...a very few in reality...might find that they are more sexually 'Awake' than they would normally be, the injection makes some women's bodies think that they're at the most fertile point of their cycle and it kind of makes them feel the need for sex more often than usual."

I had to laugh, last night was the first time in my life that I'd actually wanted to have sex and I'd made a bit of a pig of myself with John and almost with Ken.

I had the injection and made an appointment with Helen for three months time when Doctor Gupter helped Ben out of the treatment room.

Doctor Gupter said, "He's a little high at the moment, he might be a bit of a handful, the opiates he's been given have made him lose all of his inhibitions for the next few hours, you'd be better off taking him to his house and try to talk him into going to bed for a few hours!"

I helped Ben to my car and into the passenger seat, as soon as I got in the driver's seat, Ben giggled at me, "My mate Ken thinks his dog Satan licked your cunt last night and he almost fucked you in your arse...he's mad...everyone knows that you're a miserable old bitch...pity really, I'd love to see Satan on your back and fucking you really hard...I'd love to fuck you up your arse...it's a pity that you're such a miserable bitch...you have a fantastic body!"

I was already driving, I looked over at his silly face and thought that as he was high on goofballs I'd risk a personal question or two, see how truthful he would be...

"I thought that you were gay Ben?"

He laughed at me, "No...not gay my darling, I never hit on you because I knew that you were such a frosty cow...no point banging your head on a block of ice!"

"Oh! Sorry, I thought that you liked little boys like Peter, the twelve year old who lives on Main Street."

"You mean Peter who has the younger brother...Harry?"

"Yes, Peter is going to sell me Harry's arse for forty cigarettes next week!"

"I thought that you said that you weren't gay?"

"I'm not, I'm what the kids today call 'Any-sexual!' I'll fuck anything...even a frosty old bitch like you! Men, women and children, if Satan were a bitch, I'd fuck it too"

Ben's head slumped forwards at that point, he was drooling a little.

I raked his seat back a little and his head flopped back against the headrest of the seat. He mumbled, "Pity I've hurt my right hand...that shot Doctor Gupter gave me has made me hard as iron and you have a fantastic body...I'd love to wank myself off remembering what you looked like naked you miserable cow!"

I looked at Ben's lap, he really did have a big erection standing up in his trousers, he was rubbing it with his left hand through his trousers, making it stand our rather well!

I drove round to Ben's house, We'd been gone for almost two hours, my left arm was a little sore from the contraception injection I'd been given, I helped Ben out of my car and he grabbed a hand full of my breast while I had my hands full. I looked around, fortunately, Ben and I were the only two people who were at home during the day so there was no one to twitch their curtains to see what was going on. I helped him to his front door and said, "Where's your front door key?"

He tapped his right pocket with his bandaged hand, it's in this pocket!"

I moved behind him and slipped my right hand into his right pocket. Ben's old man trousers had very deep pockets, my hand was right down rummaging around his balls, "I can't feel it!"

Ben chuckled, "No! Really? I can feel your hand...I probably didn't pick my key up, everything seemed to happen all at once...it doesn't matter though, the door is probably unlocked anyway!"

I pulled my hand out of his trousers and turned the handle on his front door and it popped open, "Doctor Gupter told me to persuade you to go to bed until the effects of the drugs wear off!"

"I'll go if you come with me...I suppose that's out of the question though...everyone knows that you don't like sex, John's father told me that John had to drug you to knock you up and you've never let him fuck you since! Did I tell you that Ken thinks it was you out on the park last night, he said that Satan fucked you and that Ken licked your pussy...no...wait, Satan licked your pussy and Ken fucked you in the arse!"

"You mentioned Ken before...I don't think I know anyone called Ken in the village!"

Ben wafted his hand theatrically, "Oh, you must know Ken, he's married to...thingamy...no, what's her name...anyway, they have five daughters and she's pregnant again, Ken's desperate for a son...and he's going to keep filling her belly until he gets one."

I was now sure that Ben wasn't quite as out of his head as he was pretending to be...I could have just pushed Ben into his living room and told him to sleep it off on his sofa but...well, I'd come close to letting Ken fuck me last night when I didn't really know just how much fun sex was...I took Ben's right forearm and helped him up his stairs. Ben got very giggly, "Frosty the snow cow is taking me to bed...I wonder what she's going to do with me?"

I took Ben into his bedroom and his trousers slipped to the floor as soon as we went through his bedroom door, almost tripping both of us up.

He wasn't wearing underpants, he sat on the edge of his bed and kicked his trousers off, "Come on Vicky...don't be mad at me...all I need is a little wank...I'll never get to sleep with this thing standing up like this!"

I knelt on the floor in front of him and I took his cock in my hand, formed a fist around it and I started pumping my fist up and down his cock, in my mind I just wanted to get him off as quickly as I could and go home to finish off hanging my wet clothes on the line.

Ben started fondling my breasts with his left hand and then he pulled at the front of my dress but it wouldn't move as I was kneeling on it, "I want to see your tits again while you wank me...I want to shoot off all over your tits and face!"

I pressed down on his right thigh with my left forearm as I continued to wank him and that, just releasing enough pressure from my knees for Ben to pull the front of my dress free. Ben pulled my dress up and over my head, forcing my hand to let go if his cock and before I could take a hold of his cock again, he said, "Have you ever sucked a cock before Vicky?"

I took a hold of his cock again and I nodded my head...he didn't ask me to suck his cock outright, he just grinned at me and raised his eyebrows suggestively!

I leaned forward and took the head of his cock into my mouth while I was still rubbing the rest of his cock with my right hand. Ben stroked the back of my head with his left hand and then he applied downward pressure, pushing my mouth down his cock shaft until I gagged. Ben wanted more of his cock in my mouth and tried to push my head down further, I did try moving my head to get in the right position, like I'd done with John last night but kneeling down in front of Ben like I was it just wasn't going to happen.

I forced my head back up and managed to get my mouth off of his cock, "I'm in the wrong position...hold on!"

I looked at Ben's cock, the gag point had been one and a half inches away from the root of his cock, so Ben's cock was at least an inch longer than my husband's. I got up off the floor and knelt at Ben's side on his bed and returned my mouth to his cock. Once again, at the gag point, Ben pressed down on the back of my head again and this time, I was able to alter my angle and a quick shake of my head managed to fix the gag issue and my lips buried into his pubic hair.

I stopped moving my head, there was no cock left to rub with my hand but my body took over, finding a foreign object in my throat, my body told my throat to swallow and when one swallow didn't move the object down to my stomach, it swallowed again and then there was a chain reaction of rapid swallowing until Ben climaxed and spurted his spunk directly into my stomach. Ben's cock started to shrink back almost as soon as his shooting stopped and his cockhead slipped back into my mouth.

I was about to pull my mouth away from Ben's cock but he stopped me, he wanted to keep his cock in my mouth for as long as possible. Once I'd shown that I wasn't going to move my head away from his cock, he started stroking down my body, from my neck to my buttocks, he was reaching for my anus, testing my anal muscle with his index finger, he got an inch inside easily but then I gasped in pain as he tried to get further than Ken had managed yesterday before the pain made me run.

Ben laughed, "Ken was a bloody liar last night when he told me that he'd fucked you up the arse, once a cock's been up there, the muscle won't keep anything out after...I'm surprised that John hasn't battered this door down by now, he loves a little anal...giving it as well as taking it!"

I pulled my mouth off of Ben's cock and mumbled, "He did try but he was too big and it hurt me too much so I made him stop and I never let him try again!"

Ben smiled at me, "Well, that explains the stretched muscle guarding the entrance to your arse hole then!"

I shook my bum to dislodge his hand and stepped off of the bed, "What did you have for breakfast?"

Ben shook his head, "I was just about to make a bowl of cereal for my breakfast when I saw your tits out in the garden and dropped the bottle of milk...and...well, you know what happened after that."

I'm going home to get you a hot drink and some biscuits, I'd give you more but the tablets the doctor gave you need to be taken at four o'clock and again at ten tonight, both tablets to be taken after food!"

I pulled my dress on and ran home, I filled a mug with milk, popped it in the microwave on full power for ninety seconds and while that was heating up, I got a side plate and popped a mixture of four biscuits on the plate and then put a table spoon of chocolate powder into the mug of, now hot, milk. I finished the snack off by dropping four mini marshmallows on the hot chocolate...just the way I would have made Sarah's bedtime snack.

I sat talking to Ben while he ate and drank his snack, I took the dirty dishes and said, "I'll be back at about four o'clock with some food and a drink to take your next painkiller with, you just try to sleep between now and then...if you need to get up and go down stairs, please ring me first and I'll come around to help you get down the stairs!"

John had started work at seven o'clock in the morning so he was home just before four o'clock in the afternoon.

I told John about my morning's excitement, including the little dress accident I'd had in the back yard, causing Ben next door to drop his pint of milk and cut his hand while trying to clean the mess up. I told John about the opium based painkillers that Ben had been given and about how he'd lost all sense of inhibition and that he'd made a pass at me as I helped him to bed.

John laughed, "I'm surprised he didn't try to fuck you...Old Ben's a bit of a rogue...he'll take a crack at anything that crosses his path, man, woman or child!"

"He did catch me off guard and force his cock into my mouth, his trousers fell down as I helped him into his bedroom and as I tried to pull them up for him, he caught my head with his one good hand...he was bloody fast for a man of his age, bloody fast and bloody strong!"

John laughed and then, still chuckling he said, "I'm sorry darling, I wish I'd been there to see that...did you kill him?"

"No, I felt sorry for him, so I let him force me to suck him off!"

John groaned and I saw a sudden wet patch form on the front of his work trousers, my telling him about Ben forcing his cock into my mouth and then, instead of my killing him stone dead, I'd actually sucked him off had been too much for my husband and he'd climaxed in his trousers.

I made four sandwiches while John showered and changed his clothes. There was one sandwich each for me and John as a snack and two sandwiches for Ben as his afternoon meal so that he could take his painkillers on a full stomach.

John was drying his hair as he walked in the kitchen, he looked at his plate, "Can I have a slice of that chocolate cake with my snack please?"

"Well, I'd love to say yes but I took it up to Newcastle yesterday so that Sarah could have a little comfort food when she started to miss us!"

John smiled, "Pity, I was looking forward to something sweet!"

"We could take a walk to the village shop and see if they have a cake and if they don't, they might have something at the petrol station over the river."

John nodded his head in agreement, "Do you think I should get changed, all I have on is this dress and nothing else!"

John looked shocked, "Of course I think you should put something else on..." He pointed down at my feet, "...you can't go out without shoes on!" And then he burst out laughing, pointed at my face and said, "Your face was a picture then when you thought that I was being serious!"

John came with me when I took Ben his sandwiches and a coffee and reminded him to take his pill, we helped Ben down to his living room so that he could watch TV or listen to music and then we walked to the village shop. I asked if Gordon had any cakes left, only to be told that he had sold out of all cake related products, John had a little moan about not getting his bit of cake and then Gordon did something unbelievable, he phoned the petrol station on the far side of the river and spoke to the manager, he put the phone down and said, "Hamed has a Black Forest gateaux that he's putting on one side for you guys!"

We walked across the park, John entered in front of me, I saw Peter playing 'Keepy-up' on his own, when Peter saw John he grinned and stopped playing with his ball and he moved towards John...I saw my husband shaking his head and look over his shoulder in my direction. Peter veered off and started kicking his ball again

John and I wrapped our arms around each other's backs and walked towards the river and at roughly the same point that Satan stopped me yesterday, he suddenly came into view again out of the bushes, he stopped me growling gently, I tried to sidestep him but he just mirrored my movement to stop me again. Ken came out of the bushes, he spotted John with me and he called Satan to heel.

John and I went through the gate and out onto the river bank, John said, "Satan thinks that you're turned on and ready for sex!"

I smiled at him, looked around and said, "I am but not here, it's far too public!"

John laughed, "No...not sex with me, when Satan acts like that, he thinks that you want to have sex with him!"

I laughed this time.

"Why did you laugh?"

"Dogs don't screw humans...that's just something in men's fantasy world!"

John looked over his shoulder to see if Ken and Satan were following us, "Just wait here for a moment darling!"

John walked back into the park, I saw him stop just inside the park, he spotted Ken and Satan and he shouted Ken's name to get him to stop. John was walking away from me but on the other side of the hedgerow. I ran down the river bank, I was just the other side of the hedge when John met Ken, I could hear Satan growling the way he did when he scented me but John and Ken ignored the dog.

John said, "Have you got any film of Satan with any of his girlfriends Ken?"

"Why?"

"Well, I was telling Vicky that Satan likes to have sex with women and she doesn't think that it's possible...she thinks that dogs having sex with people is just a male fantasy that just can't happen in real life!"

Ken said, "I'll pop a DVD round, you can watch it with Vicky, see what she thinks, Satan would love to fuck her...look, he's still excited and it's been four minutes since he took her scent!"

John thanked Ken and then he started to walk back to where he'd left me. I ran back to the gate into the park and went through it just as John reached it, "I wondered where you'd gone..." I spotted something unusual at the other end of the park and stopped talking.

My father was at the other end of the park talking to Peter, I saw my father hand Peter a packet of cigarettes and then he turned and walked towards the toilet.

"That's unusual, even where my dad is right now, his own toilet is closer than the public toilet so why is he going to the toilet on the park and not his own toilet?"

"Perhaps he's had another fight with Peggy, you know that your mum and dad fight like cats and dogs these days!"

I nodded my head in agreement, my mum and dad had a passionate life together and that often spilled over into a fight, they were either sickeningly loving towards each other or fighting like cats and dogs...

I saw Peter following my father towards the toilet with his football under his arm, I knew...well, at least I thought I knew for sure...what my father was going into for and it had nothing to do with peeing or crapping.

I saw my father look in our direction, I know that he recognised John, he nodded his head, in recognition, in John's direction, I even saw a smile on my father's face when he thought that John was chatting-up a woman by the river bank but I didn't think he realised that the woman that John was talking too was me...my father wouldn't have expected to see me out walking with my husband...I'd never done it before...John and I never really had much to do with each other before.

Dad went into the men's toilet and Peter followed him. I set off at a fast pace, John was trying to hold me back, "Where are you going darling?"

"I need to know what's going on in there!"

John was jogging to keep up with my fast pace, "You can't go in there, it's the men's toilet, it's against the law for you to go in there."

I stopped and rounded on John, "You're right, you'll have to go in and tell me what's going on!"

John stopped me short of the toilet, he pulled me half way along the outer wall of the woman's side of the toilet block, "You wait here, I'll go around and see what's going on!"

I stood leaning my back against the wall, John walked past the doorway into the ladies toilet and on to the corner, as soon as he rounded the corner, I was off at a run, I ran into the ladies toilet and went on the tips of my toes to the stall with the hole in the wall.

I saw my father and Peter, they were standing in front of the door into the stall that Peter used yesterday, they were standing there kissing, Peter was totally naked and my father's trousers were open and Peter had my dad's cock in his hand.

I watched my father turn Peter and push him forwards, bending him over the toilet bowl and then my father proceeded to bugger the boy.

I heard John's voice at the door, "Frank...Frank, it's only me!"

I saw my father smile but he didn't stop fucking Peter up his bum, "I hope that you didn't leave that sexy looking cunt alone by the river to come in here and Share Peter with me...Ken and Satan are about, Satan might beat you to her pussy!"

"I'm with Vicky..."

My dad jumped in with "Vicky Paulter...what are you doing out and about with her, Dave will kill you if he finds out!"

John was now at my father's side and John was stroking Peter's back as he stood there taking my father's cock, "Not Vicky Paulter, my wife...your daughter...she saw you and Peter coming in here...I had to stop her marching in here to catch you at it...she sent me in to find out what was going on."

My dad said, "Tell her that I was pissing in the urinal over there and that the boy was in the stall all alone over here!"

John looked worried, "Frank...I don't want to lie to her about this...we finally got it together last night, I don't want to queer things now!"

My father pulled John into him and kissed him...rather they kissed each other and then my father said, "Tell her what I'm doing but tell her not to tell...no, wait, tell her to tell her mother what I'm doing...perhaps that will make the old cow finally leave me. She bounced a glass vase off my head, look..." my dad lifted his fringe to expose a cut to his forehead, "...smashed a bloody vase over my head just because my cock slipped out of her cunt and hit her arse...she thought that I'd done it deliberately to fuck her in the arse and she went crazy!"

John nodded his head in agreement, turned and walked back towards the main entrance, leaving my father fucking Peter's arse.

I was back on my toes and running for the outside world. I leaned my back against the toilet wall and fought to regulate my breathing, just as John turned the corner.

"Vicky darling, I don't know how to break this to you...Frank was screwing young Peter in there!"

I shrugged my shoulders, "No big deal really...I don't think men see sex in the same way that women usually do...it's just a biological imperative for a man to empty his balls whenever they're full and the actual cum dump that they uses is unimportant...I'll bet you've had to do a few things that you wouldn't like to admit to doing because I was being so childish all these years!"

I rubbed my palm over the front of John's trousers, "Did seeing my dad fucking Peter give you this?"

John looked shamefaced and nodded his head..."it doesn't mean that I'm gay or anything!"

I chuckled, "No darling...but it can't be any good for you to walk all the way to the petrol station and then back home with that massive growth in your underpants...we need to find somewhere with a little privacy so I can help you out!"

I looked all around, there was too much open space all around, the only bit of privacy was the little wood that ran from behind the toilet block and all the way down to the river path. I knew that Ken and Satan had gone into the woods earlier but that was ten minutes ago so he might have passed through and left the other side of the wood, the side closer to the new housing complex where he lived with his pregnant wife and five daughters.

I took John's hand and guided him to a path leading into the wood. I went ten feet into the wood to the base of an old oak tree, "Do you think we'll be safe here?"

John gave me a big soppy grin and nodded his head. I spotted movement in my peripheral vision, it was Ken, about ten feet away to my right...I only spotted him because he bent down to catch Satan's collar and stop the dog running for me again.

I bit my bottom lip, I'd already had a close shave with Ken, he'd knocked at my anal door but I'd escaped before he could batter it down...at least John was here with me, I said, "Keep a look out darling!" as I sank down into a squat in front of him.

I opened John's trousers, pulled them and his underpants down below his balls, I gave him a little suck and then I looked up at his face, I spotted another movement to my right from the corner of my eye, Ken and Satan had moved two feet closer.

"Do you want to cum in my mouth? Or do you want to screw me?"

I saw John look straight at Ken and smile, then John looked to his right as if he was looking all around, before saying, "Always a fuck over a suck!"

I gave John's cock another little suck so that I could leave a good covering of my spit over his cockhead and then, when my lips left his cock, I gripped the base of his cock and pulled my fist up to just below his cockhead, leaving a big bubble of his pre-cum standing out on top of his cock. I stood up and looked all around again, deliberately not dwelling on my right hand side where Ken was now another two feet closer.

I pulled my dress off over my head and hung it from a low branch to my right causing John's smile to widen, now, as I bent forward, my dress was blocking my view to my right...no, now that I was facing the tree, Ken and Satan were on my left hand side. I pressed my palms against the tree trunk and looked over my shoulder to John, "Keep a good look out, I don't want to be caught out here doing this with you!"

John stepped up behind me and he bent his knees, he was careful not to touch me with his cock until it was lined up with my anus, he rubbed the tip of his cock over my anal muscle, I looked back again, "If you want to do it there...just be careful and if I tell you to stop, you have to stop or I'll be really pissed at you!"

John grinned and nodded his head in agreement...he grabbed my hips in both hands and pressed his cock forwards, and as he did, he said, "Just relax as much as possible and everything should be fine!"

There was a little pop as the head of his cock engaged, it wasn't really an audible pop, it wasn't a painful pop, but it felt like a pop inside my body. John pressed a little harder and I gasped, the head of his cock was starting to stretch the second muscle inside my arse. John heard my gasp and he said, "Do you want me to stop?"

"No...it's okay...just be a little more gentle!"

John eased his hips back a little, back to the point that I was already comfortable with his cock and then he eased in again but was a little slower as his cock head reached the start point of the second muscle again, it eased open enough to allow the head of his cock to pass through with very little extra pain. John started working slowly but diligently to bury his bone in my back garden until I felt the tickle of his pubic hair against my buttocks.

Ken chose that moment to make a careless move, he was only a few feet away when he stepped on a twig and it snapped...now I could easily pretend that I didn't see something that shouldn't have been there but the twig breaking so closely was like a rifle shot going off.

I clamped my anal muscle down on John's cock, I saw John lift his hand to stop Ken moving. I stiffened every muscle in my body and started to push against the tree, starting to lift my upper body away from the tree.

"It's okay darling...it's only Ken...he's okay...he's just one of the boys!"

I was now standing upright but John's cock was still buried deep in my bum, his pubic hair still tickling my buttocks. I relaxed a little, John felt that relaxation through his cock and I saw John give a subtle hand movement towards Ken, telling Ken that it was okay to come closer.

John shuffled his feet, forcing me to turn in Ken's direction and away from the oak tree. John whispered in my ear, "Can Ken touch you?"

I nodded my head.

Ken stepped in and reached for my breasts and suddenly Satan was licking over my pussy.

John whispered again, "Is it okay for Satan to lick you there?"

I nodded my head again and watched as Ken unzipped his trousers, John pulled back a little, his cock slipped out by an inch and then he pushed it in a little harder. There were voices a few feet away, Ken checked his watch, "Kick off time...with any luck they won't bother us in here."

My hand was placed on Ken's cock and I started rubbing my fist up and down it. Ken kissed me on the lips and then he pulled back a little, John rammed back in again a little harder again. Ken said, "Isn't it a little difficult fucking her arse in that position John?"

"Yes it is a little!"

Ken hooked his hand over the back of my head and pulled me down onto his cock so now I was sucking Ken while John was fucking my arse hole a little faster...it felt uncomfortable but no longer painful...I was actually taking pleasure from having my arse fucked like a cunt and Saran was going a little crazy. He was licking deeply into my cunt but his hips were humping as if he had a bitch under him. Satan suddenly lost interest in licking my cunt and he wanted to mount something. He moved behind John and was jumping up onto John's back, trying to hump into John, but the tip of his cock was too low and now his cock was stabbing between John's legs and was actually hitting my bum cheeks.

Having Satan trying to mount John and his cock buried in my tight arse made John cum, filling my back passage. Ken heard John gasping through his climax and he pulled his cock from my mouth and tried to turn me so that my back was against his cock. I was just handing John a tissue from my shoulder bag to clean his cock when a ball came sailing over the tops of the bushes and the sound of a whistle being blown, out on the closest football pitch.

Ken was moving in behind me, he'd obviously decided to take John's place in my bum but now...now I knew that someone would be coming looking for the football.

I snatched my dress off the branch and ran deeper into the woods, I heard a voice behind me, "Sorry to disturb your fun guys...did you see our ball come this way?"

I pulled my dress over my head and straightened it down my body, I picked up the football and took it back into the small clearing under the oak tree. I looked at the guy who had come looking for the ball, he was wearing a tracksuit over our village football team's kit, he was obviously one of the substitutes that had come looking for the wild ball, threw the ball to him and he said, "Thanks Mrs Clarke!"

He disappeared back out into the park with his ball. Ken grabbed me and pulled me back against his hips, his cock was already out of his trousers, he wanted his go at my bum but I shook him off, "Now that they know we're in here, they'll make up any excuse to come back!"

I grabbed John's hand and walked down the path that Ken had come up to get to our little hiding hole. We stepped out into the park a few yards past the end of the football pitch where the game was being played, two spectators were just walking into the wood on the path that John and I had taken to get into the wood. I spotted the substitute that had stumbled across us a few seconds earlier, I spotted him and he spotted me and John further down the park, I actually heard him say, "It's okay guys, you may as well come back, she's already gone!"

I pulled John into my side and leaned my head against his arm, as we walked through the gate out onto the river path, I said, "I never realised that a village as small as this could have such a sexual undercurrent...how come I've never seen it before.

John kissed the top of my head...just the way that my dad used to do, "You were so bound up in Sarah...I think you could have walked into a room with two people fucking right in front of you and if Sarah was there, you wouldn't have seen them, you were just so focussed on her."

I rubbed the front of his trousers again, "Was it okay for you back there in the bushes?"

He pulled me into his side even harder, "It was perfect...pity that bloody football gate-crashed the party...if you had let Ken do you after me, his fatter cock would have slipped in easily on the spunk I pushed up there and his fatter cock would have made it far easier for me the next time...most anal virgins need a couple of fucks in quick succession to open them up properly so that they can take a cock up there easily any time they want to!"

When we got to the petrol station Hamed was serving again, he greeted me as Mrs Clarke but John was Mr John and he wanted to serve us separately, he wanted to serve John first, seemingly trying to get rid of him as fast as he could. Gordon had told Hamed Mrs Clarke wanted the chocolate cake but he hadn't mentioned John at all.

I saw a suspicious look on John's face because of Hamed's strange actions, John walked further into the shop as if he was looking for something on the shelves, I think that he did that to see if Hamed would sell me the chocolate gateaux while John was busy looking around.

Hamed was watching John like a hawk, I said, "Hamed, Gordon in the village shop said that you had a chocolate gateaux that had been put on one side for me. Hamed focussed on me, not just looking at my face, he was looking my body up and down, smiling when he realised how little I was wearing, he looked over at John, but then whispered to me, "I have the most perfect Black Forest gateaux for you in my fridge in the back room but it needs putting in a sturdy box for you, as soon as Mr John is finished with his purchase, I'll see to you my dear!"

John called out from the back of the shop, "Hamed...do you know which butter is best for making pastry?"

Hamed looked lost, "I don't know anything about English cooking I'm afraid Mr John!"

I called out, "I'll come and help you John!"

I left the counter and walked to the back of the shop to the dairy fridge, I picked up a block of unsalted and a block of salted butter and made it look like I was chatting to John about making pastry...

"I bought the condoms here yesterday, he talked to me a lot about condoms and which ones were best and today, he's flirting with me, he wants to get rid of you first before he serves me!"

John grinned at me, "How do you fancy a brown cock in you?"

"I had one earlier...it wasn't brown when it went in but it certainly was when it came out!"

"I'll buy this frozen pastry if you can use it!"

"I could make you a beef pie with it tomorrow if you'd like."

John picked up the premade pastry and I stopped him, "How far do you want me to go with Hamed?"

"I'll be watching through the window...go as far as you like...if he wants anal, just remember, you could do with the practice and your bum is still full of my spunk so he won't have any problems getting in."

I followed John through the shop to the counter, John paid for the pastry and he left, from my position I could see John looking through the corner of the window out of sight of Hamed.

I smiled at Hamed, "Typical man, I got half way through telling him how to make fresh pastry and he changed his mind and picked up the pre-made stuff."

Hamed turned his till off and he stepped out from behind the counter, he touched my shoulder and said, "How did it go with the condoms last night?"

"You were right, they were perfect!"

His hand slipped down to my bottom and he palpated my left buttock. "Your Sarah didn't like wearing knickers either!"

I was shocked...I know that Sarah was no angel and even though I used to stifle her when I was around, she did manage to slip the leash to go out on her own with friends.

"Mrs Clarke...may I ask you if you like it up the bum like Sarah also?"

I looked over at the window, John was grinning at me through the glass Hamed said, "Do you have the same philosophy as your daughter Mrs Clarke?

"What philosophy is that Hamed?"

I looked over my shoulder, I could see Hamed's brown hand rubbing up and down my bottom over my white dress, as he rubbed, he was dragging the back of my dress up a little with each rotation.

"Sarah always said that she would suck anyone's cock or let them use her bottom, those acts were just for fun but she would only let her boyfriend kiss her or fuck her in her pussy hole!"

I thought, 'I've already sucked John's cock, Ben's cock and Ken's as well...it was no big deal really, sucking cocks wasn't really as personal as kissing them on the lips...that and John had told me to let Hamed fuck my arse if he wanted too because I needed the practice.'

I nodded my head, "I think that's a reasonable philosophy!"

"Would you suck my cock for me Mrs Clarke?"

I looked over at John, I realised that from where John was standing, he wouldn't see me if I squatted down to suck Hamed's cock. I looked across the forecourt, "Not here, if a car drives in, they'll see us standing here!"

I pulled Hamed into the first isle and stopped where we would be just out of sight of any cars driving in to fill up. I turned Hamed so that he was sideways on to John, I squatted down in front of him, pulled his joggers down and gasped at his cock, Hamed had a circumcised cock, Ben's, Ken's and John's were all uncircumcised but that didn't make me gasp, the fact that his cock was black and not light brown like his hands and face didn't make me gasp...the thing that made me gasp was the size, his cock was only four inches long but it must have had almost a twelve inch circumference...that made me gasp.

I managed to get all of his cock in my mouth without it troubling my throat but after a few seconds, I was getting jaw ache.

"Your cock is too fat, it's hurting my jaw...want to try it up my bum?"

He grinned at me and nodded his head.

I looked around, "I'll need somewhere to lean against...we'll have to do it over there...but be quick before a car comes in!"

I moved to the counter and pressed my hips against it before bending over it and burying my tits in the counter top. I saw John move into a position where he could see a little better, Hamed was focussed on me though so he didn't spot the movement.

Hamed forced his cock up my bum in one go, it was as painful as hell but I managed to control myself and not cry out, the pain lasted only a few seconds and it only took Hamed a minute longer before his spunk followed John's up my bum.

I was given a ten portion Black Forest gateaux and Hamed didn't want paying for it, as I walked to the door Hamed called after me, "Come and see me whenever you want anything, come in the evenings when I'm on duty alone and we'll work out a deal!"

I made John carry the cake, "I paid for the bloody thing with my arse...the least you can do is carry it home for me!"

When we got home, I cut three of the ten portions of cake, one for John, one for me and I took one to Ben next door. When I got home I could hear voices from the front door, I ran through the kitchen and living room and I listened at the door.

I recognised Ken's voice at the door, "Where's Vicky?"

"She's over at Ben's house, taking him some cake and clearing away his dirty dishes for him."

Ken said, "I've cancelled an appointment to put Satan to stud tonight...watch the videos with Vicky and broach the subject with her to see if she'd like to try it out for herself but do it while she's watching a dog fucking a woman on the screen! Most women who let a clip run to the end and then watch another, straight after, are usually willing to try it for themselves."

"And if she wants to try?"

"Ask her if you should ring me to see if Satan and I are free tonight...don't let her sleep on it, ring me straight away, strike while the iron's hot!"

I heard John say, "I'll ask her when the third video is running, if she lets it go to the third video I'll at least know that she isn't disgusted by it!"

I ran back through the living room and kitchen, I stood in the back yard and waited until I saw John open the door into the living room...I stepped into the kitchen and stamped my feet on the door mat before wiping my feet..."Would you like a coffee or something darling?"

John called back, "I could do with a beer please darling...Ken's just dropped off a DVD...I told him that you didn't think that a dog and a woman could actually do it together and he told me that he'd drop a video off for me to show you!"

I filled two glasses from one can of beer and took them into the living room, "What kind of videos?"

"Just amateur stuff, women having sex with men and dogs."

I gave John his glass of beer and sat on the sofa in front of the TV.

I remembered watching John through the window yesterday as he was wanking himself and then I closed the curtains, John gave me a funny look, "Just in case...the postman took a short cut after delivering to Ben Cooper once, walked straight past the window...I know he's already delivered for the day but if he can do it, what if someone were to be delivering flyers and did the same?"

John sat on the sofa and started the disk running. It was definitely the work of an amateur, there were just fifteen icons on the disk, no index to chose from, John selected the first icon, the information box said that the file had been created on the disk about thirty minutes earlier today.

A man was out walking in the park...not our local park, just a generic park, like thousands of others around the country.

He met a woman who bent over to fuss the dog's head, the camera angle moved in a single jerk. It was implying that the film was being shot from the perspective of the man's eyes and as the woman petted the dog, you could see her rather large, breasts unencumbered by a bra.

There followed a minute of lame dialogue...ending in the man making an offer of a coffee to the woman and her accepting that offer.

The film showed the man placing a bowl of food and water down on the kitchen floor for the dog and a sudden flurry of activity, leading to the woman being naked on the man's sofa and him standing at her side feeding his cock into her mouth. The dog came into play at that point, the camera position failing to hide the male hands pushing the dog towards the woman while the dog's owner was still in the act of fucking her mouth.

The dog licked the woman's pussy, she tried to push the dog away but the man fucking her mouth controlled her hands, stopping her pushing the dog away until she reached an orgasm from the dog's tongue...I'd had two experiences of Satan licking my pussy so the speed of her orgasm was no surprise to me...I knew just how much pleasure a dog could give with it's mouth.

As soon as the woman started her orgasm, she stopped fighting to push the dog away and the man let her hands go free, then he patted her belly and the dog jumped up, his front legs straddling her ribs and he skipped his back legs to get into position between her legs. The man jumped down and lifted the woman's legs out of the way and the camera moved in to show the dog's cock entering her body. I had a little shiver of excitement at that point in the film and that shiver wasn't lost on John, he looked over at me and smiled, then he hooked his right arm behind my neck, pulling my body tight to his side.

After such fast changing scenes, there was ten minutes of the camera set in one position while the dog fucked the woman.

John said, "The dog can't get its knot in her, I don't know if it's true or not but they say that a dog will keep fucking at that speed until they kill themselves if they can't knot...in nature the bitch would get bored and walk away to stop the dog fucking itself to death."

At that point a hand appeared between the dog's hind legs and took a firm grip of the knot.

John said, "The dog will think its knot is finally engaged, it'll slow down now!"

Just as John had predicted, the dog stopped frantically fucking and there was just an occasional jerk as his muscles spasmed, the camera zoomed in to the junction between cock and cunt, there was a dribble of thin dog spunk falling from her cunt and every time the dog's body shook, the stream of thin semen increased its flow dribbling out of her body.

The film ended with the dog dropping away, John pointed out that if the dog had managed to get his knot into her cunt, it would have been locked in her body for close to thirty minutes!

As the film finished, the TV screen dropped back to the screen with fifteen icons for the fifteen films on the disk. John pressed the right arrow button to move the focus of the DVD player to the second film. This film opened with an under lit scene, 'Front garden...early evening!' The camera bobbed and weaved until it reached the window of the living room of a house. A woman, totally naked, recumbent on a rococo chaise lounge was plunging a dildo or vibrator into her cunt, her buttocks were just overhanging and her body on display to her breasts, her head was hidden by the back rest...or side...the rococo design had one end of the chaise totally flat, at the midway point along its length a back rest...or side...grew out of the seat cushion and ran to the armrest...or that could be called the backrest if the person using the chaise was recumbent.

The imitation cock was withdrawn from the woman's cunt and then she patted her belly, the camera panned from the woman, it scanned around the room and focussed on the dog, a little 'Black and tan' Jack Russell dog sleeping on the hearth rug. The dog woke and walked from the fireside rug towards the woman. As the camera zoomed out to keep the dog in focus, I gasped, "Look at the woman's right ankle,...can you see a port-wine birthmark just above her inner ankle joint?"

John put his glasses on and leaned forward just as the dog reached the woman, the dog was at the perfect height to lick the woman's pussy out, John said, "Well, if it is a birthmark, it's a very small one!"

"Does it look like a little kidney bean or a red croissant?"

"Yes...why?"

I took over the DVD's remote control and rewound to the point that the dog was closing in on the camera and then I froze the picture..."Look...look at that!"

John leaned in a little further, "It's a male Jack Russell, very small, possibly a teacup dog!"

"Not the dog...look at the fireplace!"

"Why, what's the problem with the fireplace?"

"Well, either that film is being shot in a French farm house or it's Wendy Marshal's living room...Wendy was on holiday in France a few years ago...she saw that fireplace and fell in love with it, it cost her eight hundred Euros to buy it and twice that to ship it back to the UK because it weighed half a ton...Wendy Marshal has a little red birthmark on the inside of her right ankle, just above her ankle bone, she calls it a crescent moon but I thought it looked more like a kidney bean!"

I pressed play again but now I didn't know what emotion to feel...was someone really peeking at one of my oldest friends or was she playing for the camera. We got back to the point where Mack the Jack Russell was licking furiously inside Wendy's cunt, I could tell from the way her breasts were rising and falling that she was in the throes of an orgasm and then she patted her stomach again and the dog stopped licking and tried to jump up, tried to get its front paws on her belly but its cock was far too low down.

There was a bad cut in the filming and suddenly, Mack was standing on a little box...just high enough to line the dog's cock up with Wendy's cunt. The camera was a little too far away to film properly but I could see that Mack's cock was actually going in and out of Wendy's cunt and I got an even deeper shiver running through my body, John kissed me, "Did it turn you on more knowing that Wendy Marshal was letting her crappy little dog fuck her?"

I just looked at him and smiled, hunching my shoulders to indicate that I didn't know.

There was no real 'Vinegar shot', the dog didn't appear to get locked, didn't appear to climax, the video just came to an abrupt end!"

John selected the third video and he started it playing. The opening scene was a camera filming out over a meadow, there was the sound of voices, the camera panned around and picked up three school girls, in their school uniforms, navy blue skirts, white blouses and navy ties with diagonal stripes, a narrow white stripe at the side of a broader scarlet stripe and then another narrow white stripe. John and I both recognised the school uniform, it was the uniform of the local middle school that our daughter Sarah had attended from nine years old until she was fourteen...so the four girls being filmed walking in the meadow were at most fourteen years old.

One of the girls was walking backwards, she shouted out, "You're a bloody liar Emily...you did not have sex with your boyfriend yesterday...you're still a virgin...like the rest of us!"

Okay, the voice was familiar but then it was a local accent and it was coming out of a poor quality TV loud speaker. Another of the girls said, "Come on Sarah..." at that point the girl turned and we saw our daughter's face, just a few feet from the camera and I gasped, "...leave Emily alone Sarah, we weren’t there, we don't know if Peter fucked Emily or not...we were all there the first time she sucked his cock and we were both with her the first time he took her up the arse so why couldn't he take her virginity...just because we weren't there to see it?"

The camera pointed down at the camera man's feet, Satan looked up so it was probably Ken that was operating the camera. Ken whispered, "Go and find a cunt Satan!"

He filmed the dog trying to take the direct route out into the meadow but the fence was impenetrable to a height of about three feet high so the dog ran away from its master further into the wood. I suddenly recognised the wood and the meadow, the wood separated our local park from the meadow and the toilet block backed on to it about fifty yards from where Ken was filming. I'd stood just a few yards away from that spot just an hour or so earlier letting John take my anal virginity while Ken watched us.

Ken refocused on the four girls, they were only a few yards away from where Ken was standing, close enough for the sensitive microphone on the camera to pick them up in the background. Satan broke out into the meadow about fifty yards further up the meadow and ran down to the girls. Nothing was said, the girls all spread out, it could have been an attempt to avoid getting bitten but it was more that the girls didn't want to confuse Satan's nose. Satan sniffed at the bottom hem of Emily's skirt, just a few seconds before he moved on to Laura Black, he sniffed at her legs and moved on to Kerris Evens, Satan spent longer scenting around Kerris before moving on to Sarah, he spent less time sniffing at Sarah than any of the other three girls and he returned to Kerris.

I watched as Satan lifted Kerris' skirt with its head and he started licking around Kerris' cunt and I suddenly realised that Kerris wasn't wearing knickers...Emily lifted her skirt and she called out, "Come to me Satan...I'm juicier than Kerris!"

Emily wasn't wearing knickers either, I turned to John, "Do you think that Ken set this up?"

"What do you mean darling?"

"Well, look, Kerris and Emily aren't wearing knickers...Ken must have organised this, just pretending that the girls don't know that he's there filming them!"

John laughed at my statement, "Darling, Sarah and her friends hardly ever wore knickers when they were out of the house...they only wore them at home because mothers like you were on their case at home...I often saw Sarah and her friends flashing their arses at men in the street!"

Sarah said, "You know the rules Kerris, any male that wants you has to be offered oral or anal sex!"

Kerris said, "Okay but keep an eye out, I don't want to be caught out here sucking a dog's cock!"

Kerris got on her hands and knees and she dipped her head under Satan's belly and she took his cock in her mouth. Ken crouched down and zoomed in on Kerris as she sucked on the dogs cock, she was massaging his sheath up and down the length of his cock and eventually she managed to expose his knot.

As soon as Kerris pushed Satan's sheath behind his knot, he started going a little crazy, he pulled his cock away from her mouth and he ran around her body and he jumped up on her back...he was stabbing his cock against the back of her skirt, pushing it against her buttocks, Emily said, "You know the rules Kerris, if the male wants anal sex, you just have to say yes..."

Kerris looked pissed off, "Okay but you have to stop him getting in my pussy and once he's up my bum, for God's sake don't let him tie with me up there, I'll be glued to him for an hour if he manages to get his knot up there...and, Emily, only let him have five minutes and then you control him...okay?"

Emily agreed and Kerris lifted the back of her skirt and put both hands back on the floor, Emily now squatted at Kerris' side, she totally blocked the camera's shot of the actual entry but Emily was guiding Satan's cock but she couldn't change the speed of entry or the ferocity and Kerris let everyone know that Satan went in too hard for her... a little crying, lots of swearing, and even more panting through the pain, When she got her breath back Kerris said, "Fucking hell, that was more painful than my first time with Hamed at the petrol station...and that was your fault Sarah...you said he only had a small cock and he would be a good choice for me to take on second...Hamed was fucking massive!"

Sarah looked affronted, "But Hamed's cock is only four inches long...one of the smallest adult cocks in the area!"

Kerris said, "Okay...I'll give you that...his cock may only be four inches long but he has the fattest cock I've ever seen in my life...hell, I've seen stud ponies with cocks that aren't as fat as Hamed's."

Sarah was looking up the meadow towards the village and Laura was looking down towards the river path, Sarah said. "The thing that I'm wondering is...if Satan is here with us, where's that sleaze ball Ken?"

Emily was now stopping Satan trying to get his knot up Kerris' bum but she was the one to voice her thoughts on Ken's whereabouts, "Well, judging by the direction that Satan came from, Ken's probably in the toilets on the park...sodomising one of our fathers or another."

Sarah said, "Probably my dad, he still isn't getting any at home!"

Laura looked over her shoulder and said, "I don't think my mum and dad have ever had sex!"

Sarah rebuffed her friend's stupid comment, "They must have had sex at least once you dozy cow...ot you wouldn't be here!"

Satan had stopped humping into Kerris' arse, Emily must have managed to convince Satan that he was locked into Kerris' body and he was now shooting his spunk up her bum.

Now Laura looked affronted, "I know that I had to come about through sex but I don't think that my dad did the business on her...my dad's mother thinks that your grandfather might be my real dad, she has a photograph of your mum when she was our age and I look exactly like she did when she was my age...and your grandfather is always around my house if my dad is working away!"

I thought on what Laura had said and I did see a distinct resemblance between how she looked in the film and how I looked when I was her age.

Emily let go of Satan's cock and she wiped her hand down her skirt before standing up. Satan ran for the fence just under Ken's camera lens and started licking his cock and balls clean. Emily said, "I don't think that many men in the village get sex from their wives...that's why I proposed that we girls never refused boys or men oral or anal sex...we can all keep our pussies for our boyfriends but it's our job to make sure that men and boys in our village don't go short anymore!"

There was only one more comment before the film ended, Kerris was asking if anyone had a tissue she could have because Satan's thin semen was running down the backs of her legs as the four girls walked towards the village. There was a tissue handed over and Kerris lifted the back of her dress and wiped between her buttocks, "Shit, look at the back of my blouse...how am I going to explain that mess to my mother!" The iris of the camera closed at that point and the film ended.

I'd been so caught up in the film that I hadn't noticed that John's right hand had slipped off of my shoulder and he was fondling my right breast through the neck hole of my dress. I looked at his hand as the fifteen icons returned to the screen. I was expecting John to ask me at this point if I liked the idea of having sex with a dog but I guess that he had been put off asking the question at that point because of the subject matter of the third film...the young girls...our daughter featuring in the film, that kind of thing.

John had a slightly worried look on his face as he said, "Do you want to watch another film or have you had enough?"

I picked my glass of beer up from the floor and I took a swallow, "Okay, but if Sarah is in the next one, stop it and move on!"

"I don't think that Sarah took part willingly in the film, I think that the girls just act that way normally and Ken guessed that if Satan was about, the girls would play with him."

"I'm guessing that you're right, it's been a good number of years since anyone could make Sarah do anything that she didn't want to do."

John pressed the right button on the remote again and he started the fourth video running.

Two men and one woman were partying, both men used the woman's mouth and her pussy in fifteen minutes and then they opened the door and held her down while a Great Dane raped her. The video had a poor story line, bad lighting, poor quality sound and naff music playing in the background but the worst thing of all was the crappy acting... the woman who was supposedly being raped by a dog as big as a horse was having way too much fun.

John chose that moment to broach the million dollar question..."Well, how would you like to try a little action with Satan?"

"What would I be expected to do?"

John smiled at me, the fact that I hadn't said no outright was almost as good as me saying yes.

"Well, Ken will bring Satan round, have a little fun with you, Satan will lick you out and then...well, if you say okay Satan will mount you in any position you like, if you say no at any point before he ties with you, Ken will stop Satan and take him home again!"

"So, I've got to let Ken fuck me first?"

"Well...yes, Ken has already lost a stud fee for Satan so that he would be available to cover you so Ken will expect to get off in one of your three holes."

I took another swallow of beer, "I'd better take a shower first...okay, tell Ken that I'm willing to give it a try!"

I ran up stairs and pulled my dress over my head in my bedroom, I spotted the little red light on my bedside phone go on to show that John had just lifted the handset of the phone in the living room, I pressed the mute button on my phone and I lifted the handset to my ear. I heard Ken giving his phone number and John stopping him, "Ken...it's John mate!"

"Oh...hi John, did Vicky like the animal sex videos mate?"

"You almost screwed it up, the third video had Sarah and three of her friends in it, that definitely cooled Vicky down a lot!"

"I didn't put a video with Sarah in it...I steered well clear of that folder...which video was it?"

"The one with Kerris, Sarah, Laura and Emily in the long meadow about half way from the river to the village!"

"Is that the one where Kerris took Satan up her bum and I was filming from the wood?"

"Yes!"

"Well, Sarah didn't have sex in that video, it was in the Kerris folder. I didn't think that Vicky would mind that one, all Sarah did was keep look-out for Kerris and Satan...anyway, did it turn her off the idea totally then?"

"No, surprisingly, I played the fourth video and asked her during that film and she said that you could bring Satan over but you have to promise her that if she says to stop...you have to agree to stop and take Satan away!"

"I hope that you pointed out to her that once Satan is locked in, nothing can stop it!"

"I did."

"Where is Vicky now?"

"She's upstairs having a shower to get ready for you and Satan!"

"That's good then, it'll take me a little while to walk Satan round, Jill has taken the car to a meeting of the women's support group in Northampton...which everyone knows is just an excuse for the local lesbians to have an orgy!"

I realised that their conversation was reaching its end point so I put the telephone handset down and pressed the mute button again to turn the mute off before running into the bathroom for the fastest shower of my life.

John was in his bedroom when I left the bathroom, I stepped into my bedroom and collected a clean dress and carried it into John's bedroom. It was another step in the normalisation of our relationship, I could have reasonably just dried myself and dressed in my own bedroom but I dried myself and dressed in John's bedroom...soon I'd even be calling it our bedroom, once I'd moved all of my clothes in.

The phone at the side of John's bed sounded, he picked it up and then he pointed the phone at me, "It's Northamptonshire Police for you darling!"

I thought, 'Well, that's unusual!'

I said "Hello."

"Hello, is that Mrs Clarke...Mrs Victoria Clarke?"

"Yes, what can I do for you?"

"Are you willing to talk to your father?"

"Of course I am!"

"There's no of course about it madam, Mr Clarke's wife refused to talk to him at all, she told me that we could keep him!"

"Okay I'll talk to him.

I did speak to my dad on the phone, he'd been arrested for committing an act of gross indecency in a public place, he could get out of prison if he had a secure address to live in until his case could be heard by the magistrate's court.

"Your mother has kicked me out, I can't use her address, I was wondering if I could sleep in Sarah's bedroom for a few weeks while she's at university."

"How can mum kick you out, isn't it jointly owned by both of you?"

"It should be but when you were a little girl, I had a creditor chasing me for a bad debt so I transferred the house into your mother's name until I'd sorted out the debt so the bastard couldn't snatch the house to pay for it and after I sorted everything out, your mother refused to put my name back on the deeds to the house."

"So, what have I got to do?"

"Just come down here and pick me up, sign a form to say that I can live with you until my court date, that's all!"

"Hold on, I'll just have to check with John!"

I pressed the mute button, "My dad needs to move in with us for a few weeks, is that okay?"

John nodded his head.

"You'll have to put Ken off!"

"I can't, he's walking around here with Satan, I can't stop him."

I un-muted the phone, "I'll be there in a few minutes dad."

I drove into town and for the first time in two days, I felt uncomfortable at wearing so little when I walked into the brightly lit police station.

I recognised Rupert Wilkinson waiting in the public area, he stood up as I walked in, Rupert was one of my father's neighbours so I was surprised to see him in the police station. Rupert gave me a hug and he kissed my cheek before I extracted myself to go to the counter and sign the forms to take ownership of my father.

Rupert needed a lift home as well, he had been picked up in the sweep that had netted my father having sex with a man in the toilet on the park but they had no proof against Rupert, they offered him a lift home but he didn't want a police car taking him home.

Dad asked me to stop off at the shop at the petrol station on the main road, I pulled in and followed my father into the store, Hamed looked shocked and afraid, while Frank went to the spirit shelf to chose which bottles he wanted, I said, "What's the problem Hamed?"

"I thought that you had told your husband what we did and now I was expecting him to give me a thump in the face!"

I looked over at Frank, "Hamed, that isn't my husband, he's my father!"

"So, who is your husband then?"

"The man you called Mr John earlier!"

Hamed looked confused, "So, how come you and Mr John don't have the same name?"

"Mr John is actually John Clarke!"

Frank was walking to the counter now and Hamed snatched one last question, "So you and Sarah are sisters then?"

I shook my head, "No, Sarah's my daughter."

He whispered, "But whenever Sarah came in the shop with him, she called him daddy!"

I just shrugged my shoulders, I had no idea why Sarah would call her grandfather dad, at home, she usually called him pops, that could have been the confusion, perhaps Hamed had heard Sarah call Frank pops and he had translated it into dad.

I was approaching Rupert's house when my father asked Rupert if he'd like a drink, Rupert wasn't relishing facing his wife, his was another marriage that was on its last legs so he agreed, I thought, 'Oh great, it's going to be a fucking party...without the fucking!'

So I carried on to my house and let my dad and Rupert in, Ken and Satan were waiting in the living room with John. I gave Ken an awkward grimace by way of an apology for my dad and Rupert screwing up his plan to have Satan screw me.

John jumped up and welcomed my father and he shook hands with Rupert.

I looked around the room, there was a very high degree of awkwardness in the room, Ken was sitting on the sofa holding Satan on a thigh leash. John went into the kitchen to fetch my father glasses and ice for the whisky that he'd bought from Hamed's store.

I followed John into the kitchen, there was a carrier bag on the kitchen table, "What's this?"

John walked past me and he closed the door into the living room, "Ken brought it with him..." John took out an item of fetish clothing, it was basically a leather basque with a quarter cup bra, "...when a dog has sex with a woman its hang claw on the insides of its front legs can cut the woman's sides, the more excited the dog gets, the more damage it does..." John held the basque up and pointed to scratch marks on the sides, "...you can imagine how much damage this saved the women that have worn it in the past!"

"You're joking right...you expect me to go ahead with Ken and Satan and to wear this while my dad's in the house?"

John smiled, "You're dad would love the idea of you taking Satan on...Ken's going to show a little porn on our TV, get Frank and Rupert warmed up a little, you should go next door and get Ben something to eat for his dinner and see if the worst of the effects of the shot they gave him in hospital have worn off, he should be safe to use the stairs by now!"

John opened the living room door to carry the tray with five glasses and a bowl of ice on it, Ken, Rupert and my father were all sitting on the sofa watching TV intently and because I wasn't in the room, Satan was lying on the floor in front of Ken's feet showing no interest in the TV. I could tell from the heavy breathing coming from the TV, they were watching a porn film and it was at the sex scene. I looked at my father, he was rubbing his cock through his trousers, Rupert was also rubbing his own cock through his trousers...Ken was just watching the film and was using the remote control for the DVD player.

John had left the basque on the kitchen table, I looked at it, looked back into the living room, just like yesterday, if I'd gone into my bedroom after taking my shower for my nighty, I would probably have stopped in there and I would have missed out on my newly discovered sex life...I had to strike while the iron was hot...or I'd run for the safety of my old life. I closed the living room door, just as John was telling everyone that I needed to look in on Ben next door for a few minutes.

I quickly stripped my dress off and stepped into the basque, shuffling it up my body. It was a little smaller in the body than I'd have liked and the quarter cup bra was more like a shelf on my tits because they were two cup sizes bigger than the basque was designed for and when I put my dress back on, my tits looked even bigger than they really were because of the uplift from the basque's shelf.

I looked in the bag that the basque came in, there was a face mask, it was like the cowl that cat-woman wore in the batman films but without eye slots, there was also two leather cuffs with clips that could be snapped into 'D-links', one at the bottom of each side of the basque, there were actually four 'D-links' one at the front and one at the back of the leather basque as well so that the wearers hands could be snapped down at her sides or behind her back or even in front over her pussy.

Ben wasn't at all wobbly anymore, it had been seven hours since they had given him a strong injection of opioids at the hospital and now the painkillers were just the slightly milder tablets. I checked that he could manage his stairs without help, did him an instant meal from his freezer and a pot of tea and left him to look after himself.

When I got back into my kitchen John joined me, "We've been talking while you were in Ben's house, the guys are asking if you'd be willing to wear the cowl so that you can't see who's doing what...to whom!"

"I still stand by my demand that if I say stop, everything stops!"

John agreed and he returned to the living room and reminded Ken of our agreement and to inform my father that I could call the evening to an end any time I wanted it to end.

I pulled the cowl over my head and fastened the buckle at the back to hold the mask firmly in place. John came back and asked if it was okay for him to take my dress off. I nodded my head and John pulled my dress off over my head. I'd expected John to lead me through to the living room as soon as my dress was off...at least with the cowl on, I wouldn't be embarrassed when I saw the look on my father's face when he saw my tits hanging over the top of the basque and my cunt hanging out under the bottom...I wasn't taken through straight away though, I felt the leather cuffs being wrapped around my wrists and John fastened the clips to the 'D-links' on the bottom of the basque on either side of my body.

As soon as I was in the living room, I was grabbed, a little violently but not overly so, a mouth pressed against mine and a tongue was being forced into my mouth. All I could taste was whisky but from the stubble on his chin, I guessed that the man kissing me roughly and mauling my tits was my father.

The next thing to happen was the man kissing me pushed me down onto my knees in front of one of the seated men on the sofa, I felt corduroy against my cheek and my face was being pushed down onto a cock...Ken was the only one wearing corduroy trousers so it was probably my father pushing my mouth down onto Ken's cock and then I heard the faint sounds of kissing to my right as a rather fat cock invaded my cunt.

The cock that was making the opening salvo in my cunt must have been my father's as I'm sure that he was the one kissing me as I walked into the room and he hadn't let go of me after pushing me onto my knees.

I felt a mini earthquake as Ken started to push his trousers down while my head was kept pressed down onto his cock. As soon as Ken was out of his trousers, he hooked his hands under my armpits and he dragged my body up over his until his lips were against mine and my father took Ken's cock and fed it into my cunt and then he pressed his fat cock against my bum hole and slipped in gently, all to the sound of kissing from my right.

My face was pulled away from ken's and was turned to my right, a familiar cock was slipped into my mouth, I wasn't exactly sucking that cock and it wasn't exactly fucking my mouth, I thought I recognised the cock as belonging to John but the movement in my mouth and the sound of John's breathing above my head...I'd have to guess that Rupert was fucking John as he had his cock in my mouth.

A thought crossed my mind, 'This would make a perfect...if not confusing scene for a porn film!' that thought was quickly followed by, 'I wouldn't put it past Ken having set up his camera to film what we were all doing together and that would explain the mask, if I'd seen a camera in the room I probably wouldn’t have been so happy to perform for it.'

After a few seconds, I thought that John was starting to climax in my mouth but what I was getting was the liquid a man's cock produces when his prostrate is being massaged inside his anus, like a very much thicker and more bitter form of semen.

Ken and my father both climaxesd together in me, one in my pussy and one in my arse. Satan was set free to lick my filled holes before he jumped on my back while my chest was still on Ken's knees and John's cock was still in my mouth.

Satan easily tied with me because my cunt was filled with Ken's spunk but it was still a fantastic rollercoaster of a ride through several orgasms as the dog fucked me.

I was held in place while Satan got his breath back fixed to my back, his collar was even attached to the back of the leather basque that I was wearing via another 'D link' that was sewn to the back, close to the top so that no one needed to keep an eye on him to stop him turning once he was bored.

I was left, face down on the seat cushion on my own with the heavy dog on my back for the next twenty minutes until Satan's knot shrank enough for his cock to slip out of my cunt, and all the time that I was waiting for Satan to drop out of me, there were the sounds of fucking to my right. I had no idea what exactly was going on but I got the feeling that my dad and Ken were both taking a turn at John's arse while I was still blindfolded and held face down on the sofa's seat because my hands were still fixed to my sides by the clamps and d-links.

At some point Satan was released from the link between my shoulder blades and he ran off to lick his cock in the corner of the room. After five minutes I realised that I was alone in the room with the TV still playing porn films to no one, there was the sound of water running up in the bathroom and then footsteps on the stairs as the woman on the TV was in a silent spot in her sex scene.

"Will one of you set me free please?"

It was Rupert's voice that said, "All you have to do is pull your hands away from your sides!"

I did and the Velcro straps holding the wrist bands fastened to my wrists gave way, leaving the wrist bands attached to the basque and my hands totally free.

I pushed myself up and unfastened the strap at the back of the cowl that I was wearing and pulled it off of my head.

All four men were dressed, John handed me my dress to put on and said, "Can your father have your bedroom...Sarah's bedroom only has a single bed and all those fluffy toys will set off his allergies!"

I nodded my head and while Ken, Rupert and my father had another whisky and watched the next porn film, John and I went up to my bedroom, we emptied my wardrobe onto John's bed and then, between us we carried the wardrobe itself through as well and I filled it with all of my clothes while John rejoined the others in the living room to watch another porn film.

Once I'd filled the wardrobe I went down to the living room, Ken was waiting for me to go down so he could kiss me good-bye and let Satan give my cunt a little kiss too.

Rupert was still there when my father said, "Well, I guess that it's bedtime for me, I've got an early call in the morning!"

Rupert stood up and he kissed me on the cheek and thanked me for the lift and the evening of fun and games and then he followed Frank up to my old bedroom to share my old double bed with Frank.

I was tidying up and taking things through to the kitchen to wash glasses etcetera and John came in to dry the glasses for me, I was pretending to be deep on thought and mumbled, "Ken won't show the film around here will he?"

The "No!" was out before John realised that I'd suckered him into admitting that Ken had filmed the whole sex act during the evening!

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